Secret Sex: When Habit Turns to Passion
Sometimes it's just a habit that drives me. But as I approached him, I felt my pussy getting wetter than usual. Almost as soon as I had him, I was already on the brink of orgasm. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me, his hands digging into my wet pussy. Blushing, I slowly took him in my mouth and savored every moment. "I'll fuck you again, you bastard," he whispered, and I spread my legs as he pushed in. The problem? His wife Ute is my best friend. What if she finds out that her husband is secretly and regularly fucking me?
